You Got It Songtext / Lyric

[J. Cole - Chorus]

Hey, one time

Hey, one time

One time

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right now

But I gotta make sure I'm right

And girl you damn right, if your head right

I'll be there every night

I just might change your life

Cause baby...



You got it (you got it)

You got it (you got it)

You got it (you got it)

You got it (you got it)






[J. Cole - Verse 1]

Hey Cole World, real cold World

I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl

Last time I seen ya, you was a lil old girl

I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough

Clap for her, work it till you exhausted

I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

God damn your ex man is a dumb ass

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?

Was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right

Well one man's trash is another man's treasure

One man's pain is another man's pleasure

One damn thing you can't change is the weather

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

It's whatever, you shine, I shine,

I know you got a 9-5 I'll be your 5-9!



[J. Cole - Chorus]



[J. Cole - Verse 2]

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

I'm picking through the cloud tryna see a little clearer

High heel wearer, hell of a body

First one to spot ya and I aint telling nobody

Nope, I'm peaking at your ass, winking at your ass

If I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass



For the whole week no time for cold feet

She too bad to pass, so fine I dont speak

I tell her my name Jermaine, I'm tryna be lowkey

She tell me I go that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get ya

The ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya

I'm tryna vibe with ya so wont you throw me your phone number

And let them lames get ya old number



[J. Cole - Chorus]



[Wale]

Roc Nation, Wale

Look, Cole World, still a cold world

And a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough

Whole town, a little more girls

You know I spit that sick shit and there's still no cure

Hold up, low packs like I got cancer

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Love my women with high heels and high standards

And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers

I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat

I aint superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole

You dig it, this shit aint for beginners

I'm something like a fetus, I'm not quite kidd'n

And theres something you aint seeing like I block your vision

Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop

Hundred k in 22 hours

See money talks, you muthafuckers is Boomhower

No check back, in debt yep

Loud in my J, I smoking (?)

Higher than I need to be

Flyer cause I need to be

Love our conversation but it's late right now, I need a beat

One time for the Ville that Cole rep

Another time for the city of slow death

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that I'm blessed



[Chorus]